I was at a summer camp as a kid. I went into the bathrooms, which were only a notch better than latrines. There was a crack in one wall and as I’m peeing, snakes start pouring out of the crack and from gaps along the ceiling. This is like Indiana Jones movie level of Lots Of Snakes. I run out, still peeing a bit with my pants halfway down.

I was terrified, but also in the back of my head knew there weren’t any venomous snakes in the area and this would make for a good story someday. A counselor found me, believed me (thank goodness), and helped me get to clean pants before too many other campers saw me so the story at the time stayed about the snakes and not me pissing my pants.